Clinical Update

I have switched clinics.  I now go to a clinic 1.5ish hours from my house instead of the one 15ish minutes from my house because if I drive 1.5 hours, I get to see a doctor.  And a nurse, a social worker, a respiratory therapist, and a dietitian.  Pretty good deal. 

Here I only got to see a nurse, a pharmacist (REALLY no help at all - especially when she would criticize my psych meds.  Seriously?  You are a pharmacist in a CF clinic.  You think you have the authority to criticize what my psychiatrist has prescribed me? Shut up.), MAYBE my social worker if I was there on a Wednesday, and the nurse practitioner.  Note that last one.  A Nurse Practitioner, while helpful, is NOT a pulmonologist.  I am sorry.  You did not go to medical school, please send me the person who did.

Also, I got into some trouble at my home clinic because of an investigational medication and me refusing to give it back even though I dropped out of the study... and Yes, that IS part of the story of the Magical Medicine of Magic-ness.  So I have no idea how the people in the clinic feel about me keeping the Wonder Drug.  I have no idea because I haven't seen them since August (I know - BAD CARLA!).  This is the first time EVER I have gone any longer than 3 months without seeing a CF Doc.  Actually, it's the first time in recent years that I have gone any longer than 3 months without IV antibiotics - and I'm approaching TEN months without IVs and have passed ONE YEAR without being hospitalized.  Love it!  *Does the SUPER HAPPY DANCE!!!*

Anyways, back to the fact that I haven't seen them since August.  I haven't been to clinic since August and I haven't done PFTs since October - Again, BAD CARLA!, I know, but I have been feeling great (which is no excuse - go do your PFTs!).  But, clinic hasn't called or written or sent smoke signals to ask where I've been, so I wonder how much they actually care about me anyways. 

So this new clinic - I've been there before.  And I've seen this new amazing doctor before.  And evreything was just as amazing and wonderful as I remembered - and even moreso.  I loved that I walked in and wasn't exhausted by the time I got to the clinic.  I loved my PFTs were the same as in October and better than the last time I was there (which was a year ago in February). 

Everyone was so nice and loving and *le sigh* soooo different from my regular clinic. So.....  So long! Farewell! Auf Weidersein! Goodbye!  Gooooooodbye!  And Good Riddance.  It'll be nice not to have to fight with people every time I want to know how my health is doing or I get sick.  Old clinic, you can BITE ME.  I LOVE new clinic!

My PFTs ROCK.  They are AWESOME and WONDERFUL and SO MANY WORDS I CAN'T THINK OF RIGHT NOW!  I. Am. Healthy.  And I love it! 

So those are two things I love today: New Clinic and My Health!!!

Comments

Matt Todd said…
I know what you mean about the nurse practitioner. There was one at my clinic that I've seen a few times and I absolutely hate it. She doesnt know and asks questions that my normal dr wouldnt have to ask. And that always drive me nuts. And like you said she doesnt have an MD.

Its great to hear that your PFTs are so high.
June 24, 2010 at 5:01 PM
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